That One Pigeon

Gradually my pigeon didn’t sit with the other birds as before. It sat with me and we sat apart from the others. I began to love it even more than before, loved it like I should love the people around me. I talked to it like a friend and it cooed back at me. Before it had been an addiction I fought against, now it was one I embraced. I stayed at the park all hours of the day; I didn’t leave until it perched safely with its peers in the trees. It became the very foundation of my life.